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Last Wind – Part 01

When Aria regained consciousness after collapsing in the Ashen Woods, she found herself bound at the wrists and ankles, a gag in her mouth, rolling inside a swaying box.

The space was cramped. Just a few people would have filled it to capacity. It was dim because of the tarp covering the box on all sides, including the top. A continuous noise rumbled from below, like the shouting of a giant, but she quickly realized it was the sound of wheels racing across the ground.

A carriage, Aria understood. She had been restrained, loaded onto the cargo bed, and was currently being transported somewhere.

And she wasn’t alone in this confined space. Someone was there, watching her in the darkness.

Long, faded white hair, far from beautiful. A face too perfect to feel human. Eyes set like artificial gems. Dressed in a plain black outfit that lacked any hint